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Time is stopped
And I’m floating there on air
I can watch myself, my head is elsewhere
I’m suspended, suspended in mid-air
But surprise, surprise – I’m still here – so there
Cognition is a billion years ago somewhere
Let’s slip out of this life we know, into some timeless repose
Chorus:
Hey come on let’s go
Down to 273 below
Let’s go sliding down the scale
Way down, down beyond the veil
I’ll be feeling fine at absolute zero
Memory, identity, on another self-plane
And you will be sustained (with cryopreservatives)
Robotize, enzymes, nucleotides, in time
Vitrification
Brain-edit, you will get it, if you let it
Frozen…
Chorus:
Hey come on let’s go
Down to 273 below
Let’s go sliding down the scale
Way down, down beyond the veil
Time re-starts
Another chance, maybe better next time
We’ll be minus a hundred and ten
Maybe that’ll do just fine
Low temps, slow metabolism down and then
We will stop the gradual slide
For centuries end on end
Frozen to solid
For a hundred years and then emerge
You will re-encounter yourself
Oh what a lovely fantasy turn
Chorus
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Fractals
02:33
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Chorus:
Pour you and me onto paper
Fold us together and press tight
Open it up to reveal and display
A pattern of symmetry and light
Our love is a fractal
Curves and shapes irregular
Our love is a fractal
That’s who we are, this is who we are
You are often a beautiful snowflake
I can be an ice crystal
I can be so jagged and angular
With your fine patterns and systems
Chorus
You reside in kaleidoscopic landscapes
Surely, purely a wonder
I’ve got multiple reflections
Like those found in nature
Our love is a fractal
Curves and shapes irregular
Our love is a fractal
That’s who we are, this is who we are
And fractals go on forever
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I guess, it’s terrible
But it don’t feel so bad
I abide, and I may hold a key
To being gratefully glad
Mission on my way down
You smile in my face In my waiting
But all the time you want to hit replace
I’ve been along the way around
Here’s my back for stabbin’
Won’t wait it up, I won’t weigh you down
Won’t crave it up, I will stand down
I won’t taint it up, I will stand down
When you cast me off
I’ll be, I’ll be your cast-off
I’ll be your discarded toy
I’ll be, I’ll be your cast-off
Be your maybe sometime choice
Self-loathing never felt so good
And so it should
I’ll be your cast-off
I’ll be your discarded toy
Be your rejection foil
Won’t wait it up, I won’t weigh you down
Won’t crave it up, I will stand down
I won’t taint it up, I will stand down
When you cast me off
I’ll be, I’ll be your cast-off
I’ll be your discarded toy
I’ll be, I’ll be your cast-off
Be your maybe sometime choice
Be your rejection foil
I kinda ain’t shit
But I embrace it
I can be okay
I’ll take what I can get
And like it, and like it well
I’ll be your cast-off, be your discarded one
Discarded toy
Discarded chew toy
Smile in my face
And all the time you want to take my place
Here’s my back for stabbin’
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I’m sitting here on the phone
Just listening to the dial tone
And if I dial I hope I find nobody home
I’ve been in pain unceasing and I tried to deep-breathe
The shape and texture makes a bottomless seethe
I can’t take the murk, so whatever works
I’ll take what you’ve got, to tame the beast I serve
Chorus:
I’m been loving, been loving, you
With a little help, from, the meds
With a little help from some, sympathetic souls
Embraced in a tender loving hold and it’s got me on this road
I’ve been straight-ahead, out the bed
Straight up and down off the ground
With a little help from some, sympathetic souls
Embraced in a loving tender hold
I’d rather feel nothing than this
Wanted to stop feeling
Oh we’ve all had that wish
At the edges, at the margins
This feeling starts creeping in
Gets worse and worse, more and more
But my dull eyes have brightened,
oh they’re brighter
Chorus
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There’s a house somewhere, some day
With what everybody needs
Where the Daddy is employed
And everyone succeeds
Where guilt and circumstances
Won’t put him on the outs
There’s a place somewhere some day
But never in this house
There’s a house somewhere, some day
Where things don’t fall apart
Where the Mommy’s husband still
Has passion in his heart
Where even after twenty years he’s aching for his spouse
There’s a house somewhere, some day
But never in this house
Chorus:
Somewhere, some day
In this house I’ll touch and you’ll feel
Somewhere, some day
In this house I’ll love and you’ll see
Somewhere, some day
In this house I’ll dream and you’ll hear
All our problems disappear
Some day
There’s a house somewhere, some day
Where big dreams come alive
Where I will fly to planets
If I ever learn to drive
Where faith in my abilities
Erases all my doubt
I know this happens somewhere
But never in this house
Chorus:
Somewhere, some day
In this house I’ll touch and you’ll feel
Somewhere, some day
In this house I’ll love and you’ll see
Some day, some way
In this house I’ll dream and you’ll hear
All our problems disappear
Some day
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There’s magic in our present tense not coincidence, but fate
Stopping by woods to make new friends and buy some lemonade
The twist and turns we take in life, the epiphanies they bring
An impromptu gift from my dear wife, your rocket ship key ring
Chorus:
Let's break out of our orbits free of gravity's effect
Let's leave our little planets fix relationships we've wrecked
Un-learn all our habits make sure we all connect
The Human Race has aimed toward space since Man first walked erect
Voyager One, the NASA probe got to outer space today
With a platter made of solid gold for aliens to play
It makes its trip for all of us, a record of Mankind’s song
Ultimately superfluous because we don’t get along
Chorus:
Let's break out of our orbits fix the world we all neglect
We share this little planet our neighbors need respect
Un-learn all our habits make sure we all connect
The Human Race has aimed toward space since Man first walked erect
Man first walked erect, man first walked
Man first walked erect, man first walked
Chorus:
Let's break out of our orbits fix the world we all neglect
We share this little planet our neighbors need respect
Un-learn all our habits make sure we all connect
The Human Race has aimed toward space since Man first walked erect
There must be life in outer space but I’m moved by closer things
A friendly face, a familiar place, Susan’s rocket ship key ring
When an animal is in a trap of course it tries to run
But we've evolved beyond that crap so throw away the gun
Throw it away.
Now, if the cosmos speaks to you in a voice you can’t ignore
Don’t pass it off as deja-vu like you’ve seen it all before
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Echolocation
04:19
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Well I walk these hills and I won’t look back
I walk these hills, I swear, I won’t look back
They took my car from me
Got a DUI on Monday
Well I walk these hills and I won’t look back
I cover the landscape oh so slow
I cover the landscape oh so slow
She left me there standing
With no soft landing
But I know what to do with the sounds that I use
Chorus:
Take flight, my private exodus
Trained (in) human echolocation
Set my sights and orientation
And I’ll know right where we are
Gonna follow the sounds and stars
I got nothing to show but I’m walking proud
I got nothing to show but I’m walking proud
Although I’m going to be missing
Gonna keep on, keep on sniffin’
For the right track – maybe not coming back
Well I make my sound and hear the sound bounce back
In the black of night, these sounds, the sounds bounce back
Use my inner compass
Like the songbirds among us
And I’ll know right where we are
Gonna follow the sounds and stars
Chorus:
Take flight, my private exodus
Trained (in) human echolocation
Set my sights and orientation
And I’ll know right where we are
Gonna follow the sounds and stars
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In our town we wake up early every day
It’s seven A.M., It’s today, September twelfth
It’s early morning all across our Commonwealth
Shaking off Jim Crow and most hyperbole
Recalling Uncle Joe and early Harper Lee
Perfect southern gothic history.
A young boy was murdered, he was only ten
This anniversary has been replayed in town since then
Except that his family, they can’t live it again
Our town’s secret mystery.
Chorus:
The blinding light of dreams in black and white
Mostly hidden til the sun goes down
Why would we speak the fears that come at night
The secret nightmares of our town.
We’re in love with cars, and we love to drive
Drive to our jobs and drive our kids to school
Drive-up Golden Arches, drive-by Golden Rules
There’s more to safety than dangers you can see
I’ll look out for you if you look out for me
Fear is the root of our family tree.
On this glorious day, the NASA Voyager One probe
Has exited the Solar System, billions of miles from our globe
Travelling to distant suns may be Mankind’s only hope
To solve Earth’s mysteries
Chorus:
The blinding light of dreams in black and white
Mostly hidden til the sun goes down
Why would we speak the fears that come at night
The secret nightmares of our town.
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White Noise
03:27
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Silent room, hundred strong all hearing distant Muzak
It’s setting the mood
Tedium here, in his cubicle he’s doing his work
The same thing daily
Papers and forms, staring concentrating on the ledger
No room for error
Hours on end, takes a dogged man of great endurance
And nobody knows
Nobody will speak a word, at least no speaking out loud
No note-comparing, no jokes told, it’s just not allowed
No one lines up to see the numbing endless toil and grind
It takes so much not to snap, not to lose a mind
Chorus:
Here’s some white noise for you
For your car and/or cubicle
Music, meds and white noise
Ease the pressure down in your crucible
This is the world, you and your job in your space with your data
Your files and flow charts
And your ten minute break, nobody knows, nobody cares, but you know
You know what you are
Today’s frontier man herding, taming an unending paper flood
Guarding the fort from disaster for your people
The brotherhood of tedium in your spartan chair
A hero for our time in the stale office air
Chorus:
Here’s some white noise for you
For your pod and/or cubicle
Music and meds and the white noise
Ease the pressure down in your crucible
Will the drugs help? A little music? Isometrics
White noise, white noise in your pod, relaxing white noise
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Light as a feather take to the air / Light as a feather floating
Light as a feather floating on air / I’ll take you there
I’ll take you there / I’ll go with you
Down by the banks of green / like we used to do
Down in the shadows of the banks below
If your heart says yes / I won’t say no / I’ll take you there
Places you’ve forgotten you know / lost in the shuffle of long ago
Sun, moon, seashells, wind in your hair / I’ll take you there / floating on air / take you there
I’ll take you there / I’ll go with you
Dream the original dream / like we used to do
Under the moonlight / on a night so rare
Just say the word / I’ll take you there / I’ll take you there
Chorus:
Just say the word, if your heart says yes I won’t say no
I’ll take you there
Down in the shadows of the banks, of the banks below
When you’re ready to go
I’ll take you there, up in the air
Down low, slow, not quick
Down in the shadows so slow
Let me know when you’re ready to go / You been a long time thinking
The wind in the sails is billowing slow / and the sun is sinking
I’ll take you home / I’ll take you there
with the tree frogs singing Love’s Old Sweet Song / in the cool green air
It could be tragic / it could be Hell
But you never know / it might turn out well / I’ll take you there
So many places pull at your heart but / you could never afford the fare
Rip those picture postcards apart / I’ll take you there / Floating on air
Take you along / Where music is praying
The words to the song / are all we’re saying
Scrub our hearts / ‘til the love shines through
when you’re ready to go / I’ll go with you / I’ll take you there
Chorus:
Where it begins / in the Port of the Skies
Recognition gleams / from a stranger’s eyes
Light as a feather / Floating on air
Will o’ the wind / I’ll take you there, take you there
Don’t know nothing, which is more than a few / who know too much and none of it true
Seen it all and they still don’t care / I’ll take you there
I’ll take you there / in the breath of a song
Banish despair for a moment or two if not for long
The solution to hate is a personal thing / a melody played on just one string
but it takes you there
Chorus:
Just say the word, if your heart says yes I won’t say no, no
I’ll take you there, down in the shadows of the banks, of the banks below
When you’re ready to go
While the wind,
While the wind is billowing, billowing slow, I’ll take you there
If your heart says yes I won’t say no, I’ll take you there
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Bruce Hornsby Williamsburg, Virginia
Despite his early mainstream successes, Hornsby has pursued a more personal, idiosyncratic musical path, focusing on projects that sparked his creative interest, , including collaborations with the Grateful Dead, Spike Lee, Ricky Skaggs, Don Henley, Ornette Coleman, Bob Dylan, Bela Fleck, Justin Vernon, Bonnie Raitt, Pat Metheny, and Robbie Robertson. ... more
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